Corb Lund:Waste And Tragedy Lyrics

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Waste and tragedy have come and run their fingers through your hairWaste and tragedy will never hold a candle to your fareNo, neverIt was on my shoulder dyin' but too far beyond the lyin' part to careIt got you hurt but still believing in the gospel that the legends bring to bear.

Hours and whores and days andDays and weeks and weeksWho's the truly weak and who's the merely weakened?Vanished into thin air, vanished to the graveyardVanished to the graveyard, why couldn't they have stayed there.

Months and fronts and years andTears and battered wives.Shattered lives of the weakened,Oh so many weak men.

Waste and tragedy will never lift a finger for your care. Waste and tragedy will lead you down the road to disrepair. So grey that hair, girl.Keep those feelings down south down somehow, at least this one last time, because Soon the sick sheen of your living and your life will be behind you.

Hours and whores and days andDays and weeks and weeksWho's the truly weak and who's the merely weakened?Vanished into thin air, vanished to the graveyardRavaged till she bled there, all over the stable.

Months and fronts and years andTears and battered wives.Shattered lives of the weakened,Oh so many weak men.